Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 229: The Young Master Ran Away Again

Chapter 229: Chapter 229: The Young Master Ran Away Again

The SUV just drove out of the parking lot.

Julian Grant caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of the two men getting into a black sedan, closely following behind.

He sharply turned the steering wheel.

The car swerved onto a narrow side road, the engine roar abruptly grew louder.

"Hold on tight," Julian Grant said in a deep voice as he pressed the gas pedal harder, the vehicle nearly grazing the roadside guardrails as it sped along.

Josephine Thompson clutched the seatbelt tightly, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest: "They’re getting so close! Could they be Nathaniel Gallagher’s people?"

"Not necessarily." Julian Grant’s eyes were sharp as he continued to switch lanes and weave through traffic.

He was suspicious.

He suspected these people were sent by his mother to drag him back home.

The news of him being hospitalized with injuries had already reached his mother.

Yet he was out all day, never at home.

His parents and grandparents were constantly worried, using every means to force him to return home.

"Where are we headed now--"

"Ahh--"

In the midst of speaking.

He suddenly slammed on the brakes.

The black sedan behind them barely had time to react, almost rear-ending them, and was forced to slow down.

Taking advantage of this gap.

Julian Grant hit the accelerator again, the vehicle darting into an old neighborhood.

The old neighborhood’s alleys were crisscrossed, narrow and crowded.

The black sedan was quickly blocked by several electric scooters.

Julian Grant took the opportunity to turn into a dead-end alley, turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and quickly got out of the car with Josephine Thompson: "Quick, this way."

The two of them ducked behind a heap of debris deep in the alley, just in time to see the two men angrily getting out of their car and looking around the entrance of the alley.

Josephine Thompson covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound, her fingertips icy cold, and only after the two men disappeared around the alley corner did she let out a breath of relief.

Julian Grant rubbed her hair, his tone easing slightly: "It’s all right, we’ve shaken them off for now."

"Who exactly are these people? Why are they so intent on killing us?"

She suspected they were Nathaniel Gallagher’s people.

But...

Though Nathaniel Gallagher was vile, he wouldn’t go so far as to kill her! He might send someone to assassinate Julian Grant, but he definitely wouldn’t target her.

And the people they encountered at the night market earlier were clearly out to kill them.

"We need to find a place to settle for a while, then slowly figure out who’s behind these attempts on our lives."

"So where do we go now?"

Julian Grant thought for a moment, and figured Kensington was still the safest option.

"We’re going back to Kensington first, and then we’ll make plans. Besides, the two of us need help. Only in Kensington will we have access to resources."

"Back to Kensington? But we didn’t even bring our luggage, and we haven’t discharged from the hospital." Josephine Thompson looked at his thin hospital gown jacket with a furrowed brow.

Julian Grant listened, then immediately took her hand and walked towards the alley entrance: "Luggage doesn’t matter, leaving Opengate is the priority. I have people in Kensington, it’s much safer there."

"Ok, sure."

The two of them avoided the main roads.

Returned to the car.

Josephine Thompson kept staring out the window, worried she might see the black sedan again, until the car merged onto the highway.

Only then did she feel slightly more at ease.

"Don’t worry, the two people from the hospital might not be criminals."

Josephine Thompson couldn’t help but ask: "Not criminals? Then could they be sent by your family? They just want to force you back home, isn’t it extreme to go this far?"

"Hard to say."

Julian Grant tapped his fingers on his knee, his expression grave, "My mother has used every trick to make me marry Evelyn Thorne. But the last attack at the night market was too ruthless, more like Nathaniel Gallagher’s style."

But thinking it over, he thought it unlikely.

Nathaniel Gallagher despised him to the core.

But he also loved Josephine Thompson deeply.

Moreover, given Nathaniel Gallagher’s cautious and dark personality, he wouldn’t brazenly hire assassins.

So it’s more likely someone from his circle was involved.

Like Eleanor Churchill.

"Whoever it is, let’s get back to Kensington first, and then have our people investigate thoroughly."

"Okay."

Julian Grant drove the car, heading towards Kensington.

...

Meanwhile.

The bodyguards chasing Julian Grant were all crestfallen.

"Damn it, the young master slipped away again."

"What do we do now? If the madam finds out we failed to bring him back again, she won’t let us live it down." Another bodyguard kicked a roadside pebble, sounding agitated.

The leading bodyguard pulled out his phone, hesitating before dialing Mrs. Grant’s number, "Madam, we’ve lost him."

In the receiver, Mrs. Grant’s furious roar exploded: "You useless bunch! So many of you and you can’t keep an eye on a single injured man? What use are you to me!"

"Madam, the young master’s driving is too wild. He darted through the old neighborhood and disappeared. We checked the surveillance, and he got onto the highway, headed towards Kensington." The bodyguard hurriedly explained, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Mrs. Grant listened, breathing heavily in anger. After a few seconds of silence, she said viciously, "Kensington? Clever hiding spot! Book the earliest flight immediately and chase after him! Remember, this time, whatever it takes, bring him back to me! If Josephine Thompson gets in the way, drag her along too!"

"But madam, the young master has..." The bodyguard wanted to say that Julian Grant might be on alert, but Mrs. Grant interrupted sharply.

"No excuses! I don’t care what methods you use, but by tomorrow night he must be in front of me! Or you can pack up and get out!"

The phone call was fiercely cut off.

The leading bodyguard’s face turned ashen, he spat fiercely: "Damn it, this job is impossible!"

"Impossible or not, it has to be done."

"Let’s go, we need to rush to Kensington. If it comes down to it, we’ll grab Miss Thompson first. As long as we capture Miss Thompson, the young master will comply."

"Capture Miss Thompson?" A tall, thin bodyguard frowned, "The young master cherishes her so much, if we really touch her, won’t he skin us alive later?"

The leading bodyguard glared at him sharply, "Getting skinned is better than losing our jobs! The madam said no expense spared this time. Besides, we’re just ’inviting’ her to cooperate, not to harm her. Once we coax the young master back home, we’ll release her."

He quickly booked the flight tickets on his phone, his tone unquestionable: "Head to the airport now. Once in Kensington, find Miss Thompson’s hideout."

"She has a secret apartment in Kensington, odds are she’s hiding there. Remember, be gentle, don’t truly agitate Miss Thompson, or no one will have a good outcome."

None dared to speak further.

They hurriedly dove into the black sedan, speeding towards the airport.

The atmosphere in the car was oppressively tense.

Everyone knew that if this mission failed, not only would they lose their jobs, but their standing in Caldwen would also likely be completely cut off by Mrs. Grant.

...

At this time, on the highway.

The SUV was cruising smoothly.

Josephine Thompson dozed off in the passenger seat.

When she awoke, she realized the sky outside was cloaked in twilight, the dashboard indicating they were already within the boundaries of Kensington.

"Almost there?" She rubbed her eyes, her voice still hoarse from sleep.

Julian Grant glanced sideways at her, a touch of warmth in his eyes: "Hmm, about an hour to Kensington. I’ve already asked my friend Zeke to wait there for us. He’s prepared food and found a doctor, who’ll examine you once we arrive."

Josephine Thompson felt slightly reassured upon hearing this.

After another hour or so.

The car turned onto a secluded, tree-lined road, finally stopping beneath a low-profile duplex apartment.

This was Zeke’s apartment in Kensington.

After all, the properties Josephine Thompson and Julian Grant owned in Kensington could easily be traced.

So this small apartment was less noticeable.

"Let’s get out."

As soon as they got out of the car.

A man in a black jacket came up to them, respectfully greeting, "Grant, Miss Thompson."

He was Zeke, with sharp eyes, a man who looked like he was trained in combat.

"What’s the situation?" Julian Grant got straight to the point.

"The area around the apartment has been checked and is very safe. The doctor is waiting inside, and the food is warmed up."

Zeke paused for a moment, lowering his voice to add, "Moreover, word just came from Caldwen that Mrs. Grant dispatched over ten bodyguards. They booked tickets for tonight’s flight, and should arrive in Kensington by morning."

Julian Grant listened, his expression instantly darkening: "My mom is really... sigh."

Josephine Thompson’s heart tightened: "Are they... really going to take you back?"

"Not just that." Julian Grant clenched his fist, his voice cold, "Knowing my mom’s temperament, she might resort to force with you. Zeke, starting tonight, double the personnel guarding the perimeter of the apartment, don’t let them come near."

"Understood." Zeke immediately complied.

They entered the apartment.

It was a duplex apartment over 200 square meters.

The decor was minimalist.

It was evidently a boy’s residence.

"It’s rather simple here, hope you don’t mind."

Julian Grant joked with a smile, "How could we? The two of us now feel like ’fugitives’, it’s good enough to have a place to settle."

"..." Josephine Thompson felt a pang in her heart, and smiled helplessly.

His description was very apt!

Even though both of them were well-off, they now seemed like homeless people dodging and hiding everywhere.

Speaking of it, hardly anyone would believe it.

"You stay upstairs, I’ll stay downstairs."

"Alright." Julian Grant and Josephine Thompson followed Zeke to the second floor.

They returned to the room.

"I’m so tired, I’ll take a shower and then sleep well tonight!" Julian Grant, as if at his own home, casually threw his backpack on the table.

Josephine Thompson looked awkward, asking in a whisper, "Uh~, are we...are we really staying in the same room tonight? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?"

Julian Grant replied with a pampering, roguish smile, "Why not?"

"Not only tonight, but every day from now on, we’ll be staying in the same room."

Recalling last night...

He felt it was far from over, truly unforgettable.

No matter how tired his body tonight...

He still wanted to savor the lingering taste of last night.

"No way!" Josephine Thompson’s cheeks burned, feeling thoroughly uncomfortable.

Julian Grant stepped forward, tightly wrapped his arm around her waist, and kissed her on the lips, "Why not? Hmm? Wasn’t the experience yesterday good?"

"Tonight I’ll make sure to show my best, make you satisfied..."

Josephine Thompson’s cheeks blushed deeper, "Shut up."

"Haha, alright, I’ll shut up and just ’get to work’, promise?"

Having said that.

He disregarded everything and kissed her, forcefully pressing her onto the bed.

"Umm... don’t make trouble..."

Josephine Thompson’s hand pressed against his chest.

Her fingertips touched his not-fully-healed wound, freezing her movement, weakening her resistance: "Your injury isn’t healed yet, don’t do anything rash."

Julian Grant’s lips landed on her flushed earlobes.

His breath was warm but intentionally softened the force, with a playful tone, "Feeling pity for your husband now?"

He propped up on his arms, avoiding the injured spot, his eyes losing some of their roguishness, gaining a bit of seriousness, "Teasing you, shower first and get a good rest."

As he got up.

His fingertip gently grazed her cheek, saying pamperingly, "I’ll go downstairs to get something, you shower first, there are new towels and pajamas in the bathroom, prepared by Zeke."

"Mm."

Watching as he left through the door.

Only then did Josephine Thompson relax, raising her hand to press on her burning cheek, her heartbeat still unsettled.

Images of last night uncontrollably surfaced.

She curled her fingers again, recalling the threats and dangers chasing them, her mind was in turmoil.

...

A little while later.

After she finished showering.

Julian Grant had already returned with a cup of warm milk in hand.

Seeing her come out, naturally, he handed it over: "Drink it for better sleep."

He himself had changed into loose home clothes, the bandage over his wound faintly visible, "The doctor just checked, said my injury is healing okay, just need to avoid ’intense movements’."

He said the last few words deliberately.

Josephine Thompson blushed again, said nothing, and silently drank the milk.

Julian Grant sat beside her, no longer teasing, just reached out to tousle her hair: "Don’t overthink, with Zeke around, outside is safe. Sleep, I’ll guard you."

"Mm, alright."

Josephine Thompson lay in bed.

Julian Grant promptly climbed into bed, trying to lie next to her: "Don’t worry, I won’t touch you, just want to sleep holding you."

Josephine Thompson didn’t argue, closed her eyes and curled up under the covers.

In the dark.

She could feel the breathing of the person beside her.

After a while.

His large hand began to restlessly reach out.

Then, gently place on her waist.

Josephine Thompson’s heart twisted, yet she held back from moving.

Two minutes later.

His hand began to move restlessly.

Last night.

Despite his injury, he put her through three or four rounds.

Tonight, he thought he would have a good night’s sleep.

But he found, he simply couldn’t resist.

"Stop moving, just go to sleep... Umm, what are you doing?"

Julian Grant disregarded her plea, forcefully leaned over to kiss her, "Josephine, no way, I’m really uncomfortable, can’t hold back."

Then his passionate kiss fell.

Before last night.

Lying in the same bed, he could forcibly suppress the desire in his heart.

But after last night.

It was too wonderful, too pleasurable.

With the person he loves beside him, he couldn’t resist.

After breaking up with Josephine Thompson, although he has slept with many women.

But...

Without deep emotional involvement, the lovemaking lacked soul.

That kind of feeling, couldn’t compare to the intoxicating ecstasy with the one he loved.

...

In the living room downstairs.

Zeke was facing the surveillance screens, brow furrowed.

On the screen.

Several sneaky figures appeared outside the apartment complex, precisely the bodyguards sent by Mrs. Grant.

They arrived earlier than expected, clearly tracking along the way.

Zeke quickly pulled out his phone, intending to call Julian Grant, but then hesitated.

Upstairs, the lights were already off, he could imagine the exhausted appearances of Julian Grant and Josephine Thompson.

In the end, he sent a message to his subordinates: "Guard all exits, don’t let them near the building, until dawn, don’t disturb Mr. Grant."

...

The night deepened.

In the shadows outside the complex, the lead bodyguard stared at the apartment building’s lights, gritting his teeth: "Keep watching, act when there are fewer people at dawn. Remember, first capture Josephine Thompson, move quickly and decisively!"

"Yes, that’s the plan, the young master moves too swiftly, we can’t catch him. First capture Miss Thompson, Grandpa will surely comply obediently."

"Mm, follow my instructions, begin action, success is the only option, failure is not allowed..."